The women in my family, my mother, aunt and late grandmother, while nurturing and quietly tending to the lives of those they love, also have a barbed sense of humour. When it’s just the three of us, the decorum that endures in front of the family patriarchs, dissipates and we dissolve into sharing our respective anxieties, resignations, fears, dreams and a sense of cruel optimism for the future. We surrender to it, like shedding a layer of skin.
Invisible Objects
Invisible Objects
Invisible Objects
The women in my family, my mother, aunt and late grandmother, while nurturing and quietly tending to the lives of those they love, also have a barbed sense of humour. When it’s just the three of us, the decorum that endures in front of the family patriarchs, dissipates and we dissolve into sharing our respective anxieties, resignations, fears, dreams and a sense of cruel optimism for the future. We surrender to it, like shedding a layer of skin.